A/N: Here we are, Blaine's Second Visit.

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The machines had returned to their normal beeping, a sound Blaine Anderson-Hummel had never thought would be reassuring but reassured him all the same It meant that there was still a chance that Kurt would recover, that he would come back and they could finally adopt a child.

And get rid of Katy. That was out of the question. He loved the dog, he really did, but Kurt was on the brink of death – something Blaine was really trying not to think about. But neither of them would be here in Bellevue if it wasn't for that idiot dog.

He hated her – he really, truly did. If he lost Kurt, the most important thing to him, he could never forgive her. Never.

Blaine had never felt more guilty about anything.

"Kurt, honey?" Blaine again. He'd missed Blaine. His arms were starting to feel cold, unused. He wanted to be able to move them again for two minutes. He wanted to hug Blaine tightly and to feel Blaine's arms around him, to feel safe and protected but most of all loved.

He was forgetting what it felt like to be loved.

"I miss you, Kurt. I know you're right here, but it doesn't feel the same. It's like I'm talking to you on the phone, or when you're asleep. You're there, but not. only… on the phone, I've heard your voice in the last minute, I can hear your brathing. There's nothing, not here, and I've never wanted you or needed you more than I do now, Kurt, never." Blaine took a deep, shaky breath, and Kurt didn't need to be abel to see to know that Blaine was wiping the tears away quickly, still trying to keep appearances up. "When there was that problem with the IV just now… God, Kurt. You have no idea how terrified I was. The longer you stay here scares me… because wh… what if that's why I lose you? That's why I'm so scared. Please, please wake up soon? Then we can go back to talking to Katterfield and getting Jessie. We've… we've g-got the rest of our l-liv-lives together, so please don't leave m-me yet, okay? I love you."

Blaine pressed a soft kiss to the top of Kurt's head, before sitting down in the chair by his bed – Kurt recognised the wooden squeaz – and retook his hand tightly. "I'm not leaving you. I'm not going to leave you until I have to, okay darling? Through sickness and through health."

Kurt wanted to cry.

Burt had been waiting for carole to get back from visiting Finn and his wife Valerie in North Carolina, so that they could go in and talk to Kurt together.

But when Carole (and Finn and Valerie) had gotten to New York, Quinn had been in there talking to him. They'd meant to go in straight after her. But then came that issue with the IV, and now Blaine was pouring his heart out.

"Poor boy," Carole murmured, taking her head off of Burt's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Blaine. Poor boy. This has to be heartbreaking for him."

"Mmm," Burt said, his eyes flicking down to Blaine's phone still in his lap. The guy was admirable, really. He was a lawyer (or solicitor, or something like that. Burt couldn't really remember.) yet he'd managed to put his whole life on hold for Kurt. At the same time, Burt was considering pushing him out of the hospital and forcing him into a cab to go home. Blaine needed to sleep in his own house and eat a half-decent dinner; at least for one night.

Burt looked down at Kurt, laughing at something behind the camera, and finally, an idea that might actually work came to him.

XxXxX

Mercedes Kidron was happy.

She had a loving husband, two sons – Callum three, and Stephen, six months. Sometimes she talked to Kurt on the phone, but Blaine had never once thought to call himself, and so when Kurt offered to put him on the phone, she'd always made up some excuse and hung up. She knew it was childish, and if she wanted to talk to Blaine, she could always call him herself, but she still didn't.

She never checked her email – no-one emailed her now there was Facebook and all of that. Even her phone only had her work email on it.

But when Finn, a guy she hadn't talked to in who knows how long, texted her, saying 'Check your home email!' Mercedes did.

Remarkably, even with all her inactivity, her email hadn't been closed down. Mercedes scanned the screen, and to her massive guilt realised that her inbox was full of emails from Blaine. So he had tried to talk to her.

The top email, also from Blaine, was called 'URGENT READ ASAP'. The feeling of anxiety starting to build up in Mercedes' stomach, she opened the message and started to read.

Dear All,

I thought I should let you all known that Kurt was caught in a car crash, and is now in a comatose state. He's now in Bellevue Hospital Center, but please come visit him if you can. The doctors say that anything, a familiar voice, a fond memory, can bring him around. He needs you right now, more than ever.

Sincerely,

Blaine Anderson-Hummel.

Mercedes shut the computer down and started packing.

Blaine reached over to the radio sitting on the side, turning it on, wanting something to fill the silence – apart from the beeping of the monitors, which didn't really count anyway.

No – what he wanted was for Kurt to open his beautiful eyes again and say something. Like that was going to happen. He wasn't waking up.

The radio was playing an alternate rock station. Blaine – to his surprise – recognised it. It was from 2011 or so.

Please don't leave me, Kurt. I need you.

Just crash, fall down. I'll wrap you my arms around you now. Just crash, it's our time now to make this work second time around…

A/N: Awww, my Blainers.

Anyway. Next chapter: Burt & Carole

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